At Zara's report of the goods in the cave, Isaac commented, "Score."  He checked both ways for danger before walking into the cave to stand beside her at look at the teddy bear.  "Cute.  Yeah, see what you can do with it."

He appraised the knives they'd acquired, testing the grips and looking down the edge of the blades for nicks and rust.  Zara was right, they were decent indeed.  They took everything of value, including some choice canned foods that would make a decent meal on the road, then exited the cave together.  "No need to stop here, the day's still pretty young.  We can still make some distance to Liberty Point before dark.  Let's get back to the Sheriff.  Tell him job's done."

And they did.

A deputy was sent down to the molerat den to confirm the job while Isaac and Zara hung around in the Sheriff's office.  Isaac was sat leaning dangerously far back two legs of a chair, his feet up on the windowsill as he looked out at the sky.

"You two drifters?" the Sheriff suddenly asked, breaking the silence that had fallen on the room.  Isaac looked at him.  "Which way is wind takin ya?"

"Over the ways to Liberty Point," Isaac answered the second question.  "Got some people that way."

The town's leader nodded a few times, sticking a pinky finger in his ear to dig a little wax out, then flicking it on the floor.  "Good folks up yonder.  Good folks."  Isaac agreed, then the Sheriff continued.  "Colour me surprised you got our little pest problem solved so quickly."

Isaac pointed at Zara.  "You can thank her for that," the wastelander replied.

The Sheriff raised his bushy grey eyebrows in approval and tipped his hat in salute to Zara.  "That was your handiwork, was it?" he said to her.  "I had a couple men take a look for where those pesky rodents were coming from.  Musta been half a dozen times I sent them out.  Couldn't find anything past their noses.  I thank you for your service, young lady."  He then asked, "You do this kinda thing often?"

Eventually the deputy came back, then Isaac and Zara got paid.  When the Sheriff asked if there was any loot at the den, the deputy looked at the two wastelanders and said that everything had been taken.  Isaac smiled and shrugged at the Sheriff who conceded a shrug back.  First come first serve, as always in the wasteland of New York.